The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

Muri.

Mariella's hands grab Sieg's face.

At first, Sieg was thrilled that he would do it, but apparently he didn't.

Mariella looks a little serious and stares at Sieg's pale left eye and his green right eye alternately.

"What's wrong? Mariella."

After a glimpse of Sieg's eyes, Sieg asks Mariela, who nodded, "I see."

Anyway, I guess it's not a busy thing.

"Yeah, you know what? When I first met Sieg, I was really worried about Sieg's pale eyes. Beautiful. But that was how Endalgia felt flowing in from the line, wasn't it?

"That is……"

Contrary to Sieg's thoughts, Mariella's answer was somewhat serious.

That is……. Is it true that Mariela was dragged by Endalgia's feelings that made her better by Siege? I mean, Mariela's feelings about Zeke...

"But now that I see it, my pale eyes and my green eyes are both beautiful, and whatever color, I thought Sieg was a siege"

"! I mean, that is…….."

I mean, that's, Mariela is not affected by Endalgia's feelings right now, and Mariela's feelings right now, that is.

Dropped or up, Zeke's feelings tumble down, and those hands scratch the universe to see if they should overlap Mariella's hands touching her cheeks or hold Mariella herself.

"Marieller, I'm gonna buy you out-"

"Yes, master. I'll be right there -"

The obstruction of a master entering at the perfect time. And Mariella escapes Siege's arm when she takes her hand off Siege. It's a frightening reflex nerve to blame for A-Ranker's attack, but Mariella has no consciousness of course. Totally coincidental.

The master is in the 'Wood Leak Day' store, and Sieg and Mariella are in a living room with a fireplace, how can they get in the way at the same time as they are watching?

Is this the origin of the two names of "Wise Men of Flame Disaster"?

(Aren't you deliberately...)

With such suspicion, he followed Mariella to Sieg's store on the "Wood Leak Day", but his face was a little lighter than usual when he heard about Mariella.

The Labyrinth Crusaders lived a busy and extremely busy day, unlike "Leaked Wood Day," which they enjoyed on such a daily basis.

The first initiative was the dismantling of the Red Dragon, which was crusaded the other day. It's such a tall dragon. You can't waste a drop of blood, and you can't take the time to degrade it. The work of dismantling the materials necessary for alchemy, the areas to be processed into weapons and protective equipment, and the meat was carried out thoroughly at night, while also turning to the master Frazija for instructions.

By the way, it's red dragon meat, but it's a fancy ingredient that comes with super power.

The demon-free potion allowed us to pass through the demonic forest, so that many supplies and people gathered in the labyrinth city, and various materials produced from the labyrinth were transported outside the labyrinth city, mainly to the imperial capital. Although that in itself was to benefit both the labyrinth city and the imperial capital, rapid change would demand difficult grasping from those who manage it.

With Leonhardt and others dedicated to the crusade of the Labyrinth, it was the father and wife of Leonhardt, the present Schusenwald border ambassador in the capital. I don't like karate when dealing with many war-torn neighborhood bosses and multiple flickering nobles.

Red Dragon meat was of great help in negotiating with such aristocrats.

Rare things such as red dragon meat are not available if you pile up gold. As well as offering to the emperor, there are many aristocrats who want the meat of red dragons that the emperor has spoken of.

"Thanks to your father and others for buying time against the intervention of the aristocrats, time and resources can now be spent on labyrinth attacks"

"Yes, brother. But there's not much respite."

"I know. That's why I called Malloch."

In the conference room where the two headed, Kunz Malloch, ruling the Dwarves' autonomy, Rock Wheel, was messing with the edge of his beard, which was trimmed with a sinister expression, in front of a chunk covered with a white cloth placed on his desk.

I guess I know roughly what the contents of the cloth are. He only has half the Dwarf's blood flowing in the Dwarf and the human half, so the gift of making things does not extend to the raw Dwarf. But the eye is certain. People, things, things have eyes that identify the truth beyond the vale.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Lord Malloch.

Brilliantly, Leonhardt seeks to shake hands amicably. That appearance should have made itself look like it was not visible, such as a cloth-covered mass, and its obvious attitude slightly irritates Malloch. The emotion is similar to that when you are greeted for a long time in front of a good drink.

"There's a reason I called you. There's an ore I'd like you to test."

I want it to be appraised, etc., and it's not Malloch who receives it according to such words. The labyrinth city is a treasure trove of materials. There is no shortage of human resources so much as having to ask Maroc for an ore appraisal.

"That's it."

"Yes. Let me show you Lord Malloch."

Leonhardt sends a signal to the soldier to refrain from removing the cloth cover. Exposed to Malloch's eyes, it was a mass of solidified lava and metallic ore.

"... Adamantite, huh? Well, I'm not a general I don't know this much about. I would like to ask you directly. What do you want me to do with this?

He raises a single eyebrow, moves only his eyeballs and Malloch throws his gaze at Leonhardt.

The mountains around the labyrinth city are also a treasure trove of mineral resources. It produces diverse metallic resources, starting with iron, but magic metals don't produce adamantite just because they have small misrile deposits.

Besides, it is lava, not soil, that surrounds this ore, and it is difficult to think of it as produced from the mine. It would be reasonable to assume that we got it from the labyrinth.

As Maroc can see, this ore was picked from the Walking Fire Mountain. Heavy in specific gravity, this metal was produced from the bottom of the 'Mountain of Walking Fire', which remained in the explosion.

Adamantite has a high melting point. Not something that can be refined by a concurrent blacksmith. It is also an extremely hard mineral, but at the same time it leads to its brittle nature. Stiff but fragile.

Of course, because of the degree of the problem, it won't break as long as it meets a few degrees with a regular steel weapon, and even a steel weapon will be slashed and ripped. However, a good quality steel weapon would suffice in a situation where there are enough enemies with steel weapons to fight with a few, not requiring expensive Adamantite weapons or anything else.

A battle that requires Adamantite's weapons is a battle that kills hundreds and thousands of enemies on its own, or against powerful demons that won't stand teeth with steel weapons.

So mix it with some metal and make it an adamantite alloy so that it won't break even in a long battle, and then do a treatment according to its properties to forge it into a weapon.

It's not just the height of technology to mold into the shape of a weapon. The formulation ratio of that alloy, the temperature of the heat treatment, and the time could not be adjusted unless it was an extremely high blacksmith, and it required the treatment of advanced metals like adamantite to reach that dimension.

Flooded with an advanced metal called Adamantite, Maroc understood that just being involved in its refinement would greatly improve Rock Wheel's Dwarves' blacksmith skills and bring them closer to what they call their memorial "supreme swing."

And the fact that he showed this to himself meant that Leonhardt was willing to let Rock Wheel's Dwarf handle Adamantite.

"A hundred weapons in twenty days. Here's the details."

Leonhardt briefly conveys only the purpose to Malloch's demands.

"Don't be impotent. Adamantite. How many times do you think I will handle it? Just remodeling Rock Wheel's furnace will take 20 days or so."

To Leonhardt's undecorated demands, Malloch also takes off his social mask and says no to Leonhardt's demands by saying something that he doesn't put on his dwarfed teeth. I can't see the reading behind the word "rush" anymore.

"Get refining to be a labyrinth city. Provide red dragon scales to furnace materials. If it's about 100 weapons, it should be there."

Turn to Leonhardt, who answers lightly, with a gaze that makes Malloch bite.

"Are you insane?

"I don't have time."

Adamantite's melting point is high. It melts in a coarse furnace. Indeed, if the scales of the Red Dragon were to be interposed as furnace material, it would be possible to bring the furnace while making ingots for 100 weapons. If you make a ridiculous choice, such as disposing of precious and expensive materials: scales of red dragons with excellent fire resistance.

I can't even look at Malloch's smile now, covering his heart. I'm guessing Leonhardt's intention is to use the scale of the Red Dragon as a furnace material to hold the weapon in 20 days.

(Is the labyrinth such a dangerous situation? In the unlikely event, the damage must have reached Rock Wheel. It will perish with the land and be like us again.)

Dig out minerals from the earth, melt, remove impurities, add alloys and solidify. Mold the hardened metal, red with flame, cool and work out.

Although Dwarf creates a variety of objects, it is that process of working out steel among them that boils down the most Maroc blood. All the Dwarves gathered at Rock Wheel would be similar. Not those who can feel raw for leaving the resourceful Rock Wheel and only saving their lives. In the unlikely event that a demon overflows from the Labyrinth to Rock Wheel, it must be all those who try to share their destiny with Rock Wheel.

With that in mind, Malloch touches Adamantite.

(Since they gave me this guy, I've decided the answer.)

Should it be called a hollow weakness, or a species called Dwarf?

"Okay. But the blacksmith is our sanctuary. Even laboratories in labyrinth cities are no different. I'll do whatever you want."

"Thank you."

"What, thank you with this. I look forward to it."

Maroc, who raised his right hand and drank, laughed and left.

It's not like he's always calm, but he can go back to the shopping mall set up in the labyrinth city on a fast leg and stand up for communications magic equipment.

"Bastards! Meet me in the labyrinth city now! Superb Adamantite is waiting for you! It is a superb and pure delicacy. It's an ore that you're not just going to hit right now and tell me to give it shape. It's too early to win, huh? Don't wait for me. Run in five days without sleep!

Doesn't seem like it. Malloch speaks up to his companion across the magic prop, aware that he is excited. It's like the first day I hit a red-hot steel.

"Adamantite!? Whoa, I'll be right there! Now!

"Oh, I need to let everyone know! Malloch! I don't need a bed, just plenty of booze!

How many Adamantites do you have? Don't forget the ingot of Kopel to formulate!

Beyond the magic props, the Dwarves heard the news on Rock Wheel, waving more excitement than Malloch, even hearing the noise of running around butterflies in correspondence and so on, or flipping too many shelves in haste of moderation.

"Looks like we'll be there in four days."

You won't forget your work tools, but they say there is an abalone who runs the yagoo without drinking or eating or resting on the road.

"Turn over your pick-up yagoo loaded with booze and food. Rent out all the Dwarf Street blacksmiths in the Labyrinth City. I will negotiate. [M] We're going to start remodeling around the best furnace. I'll buy you some good booze! I have all the money at the Schusenwald Borderline House. Don't hesitate!

Ha ha. Laughing economically, Malloch takes off his clean jacket and abandons it. We're going to the Forge Workshop on Dwarf Street to negotiate directly. Tidy jackets and shiny shoes just get in the way at the blacksmith.

He takes out the work clothes he's used to wearing and starts dressing from the luggage bags he's packed in.

The shirt with long sleeves of cotton and even the ankle, under the trousers, lift up the garments with wrinkles and no shards of smartness. However, they do not burn or shrink due to the radiation heat that chokes and burns the skin, and they breathe sweat well. These are essential underwear for those who work towards the fire. These leather boots have steel plates that can be worn on even more fire-resistant leather snails. They are all gutsy and can be described as good-quality Maroc images and distant clothing.

But when I put them in, they were all very tight.

"Showing me such a superb adamantite ore, the one with the ass, not the dwarf."

There may have been something else to do to consolidate the city's protection as a representative of one city, or to do the calculation of abandoning and fleeing the city.

(But then, Rock Wheel can't be ruled)

If you want to run, finish hitting Adamantite. That would be the Dwarf.

Above all, Malloch himself can't help but want to be present at Adamantite's forge.

(Totally, Dwarf is a tricky thing to do)

Though thinking in the corner of his head that way, Maroc, no longer just a dwarf, went out to Dwarf Street with a wolf.

To challenge the fifty-seventh hierarchy of the labyrinth, weapons are not the only thing you need. The resulting Red Dragon material will also be processed into weapons and protective equipment as long as time and manpower permit, and the Labyrinth Crusaders will continue to prepare.

Forged people and the weapons protective equipment they wrap around.

And one more thing.

To get ready for the last time, the Alchemist of the Labyrinth City headed out of the city to the rugged mountains.